BONADEI

Last August 11 is my 6th anniversary. Congratulation to me! Yet, sadly this is the second consecutive year I cannot celebrate it properly. This year just as last year, I was separated by distance from my wife, and I cannot pass it. Thus, besides bringing grateful feeling of the six years of blessings as man and wife, with two light of Kiran and  Sadeq in my little heaven, this anniversary also makes me blue. This year August 11 falls at Saturday. Here in Syracuse, NY it delays 11 hours after one in Indonesia. Under my unintended ignorance, I that was waiting to say "happy anniversary" to my wife forgot that it was already 11 in Indonesia. So, I had to said that after she reminded me. It was annoying. I was waiting for it, and this earth spinning mechanism tricked me. Today, I was also tricked by the time. After early breakfast at 4.00 AM in the morning, I fall asleep just after 4.40 AM. I woke up around 8.50 ...

There were several tastes that I have just tasted with the iftar today. First, the sweet taste of seeing the smile of my 3 years old son on the bus to my wife's workplace.   Second, the bitter taste of watching the news about war in Syria. Lastly, the delicious sour and spicy tastes of  asampadeh dagiang  I made it this afternoon for iftar . These three tastes were not related, yet all three merged in me, created state of the art feelings. I feel sorry for the humanity that have lost its humanism, I did not care for other matters because of a good meal I just have had, and I feel optimist that the world will be a better place in the future. These three feelings are what make a man a man. The insight that one's live span is not limited to one's life-time can articulate the difference between man with other animals. Human civilization, modern or indigenous are developed through cumulative knowledge. Humanity is not limited to one person's ac...

This post have stayed as a draft for almost a year. There have been no changes since almost last year, There is only title, and a blank body. Today, I have a feeling to write about it, but I have no idea about what is the most appropriate thing to fill this space. There are abundance of references for happiness, the way to get it, and tips and tricks. There are also stories, movies, reality shows, fables even nursery rhymes on happiness. Yet, I am not sure if any of them will fit in this space. After all, yesterday, I found happiness. Yes, it is just a picture of pink sandals. Yet, yesterday, it spoke happiness to me. I could see love, I could feel joy, I could taste and digest happiness from it. It shouted blatantly,"HEY, I am Happiness!!" Though so, it also spoke sadness. It cut my feelings and broke my heart. It made me weep. It articulate the sorrow, forlorn, mourn, melancholy, disconsolate, dispirited, dismal, woe-some, cheerless, and misty eyed me. Its color compo...

It have been quite a bit we never talked, but we never really quit comprehending one another. Every single breath that I inhale is the way I tried to articulate my feelings and thoughts. Thus, you do not have to feel empty, I am still here for you; though my existence is much farther in space than before. You should not worry, you are in my head and soul and heart and blood and lung and thoughts all the time. Today and several late days, I have been rarely thinking. I have involved with dreams about you and the kids. I enjoyed those dreams, more than you could imagine of, but I was scared to wake from them. These enjoyments of dreaming, and the scares of waking-finding out what a space between us, have prevented me from thinking. when I was awake, I would weep, but not thinking; I would scream, but not thinking; I would be delirious, I would be humorous, I would be presumptuous, I would be nervous. I would stay silent for the whole day with my nerves, thinking about nothing. Though...

Hearing your sobbing is the most difficult thing darling. Please forgive me. I know it is hard for us, especially for you. You love me and I am absolutely love you too. Tonight, I try to sleep, but I can not. Questions are shouting to me in silence. There are many things that I do not understand. I can not ensure my self whether this decision, which I have taken, is the best path or not. I do not know. Although I do not understand it my self, I hope you will understand some day. All that I want to be is being the best father for you and your brother. Both of you are my light. I am blind without you. You are my air. I can not breath without you. You are my soul. I am in hell without you. Sweetheart, I love you. Do you remember the time we play with Lego-blocks? In this life, I live my life, because of my in-capabilities, in a way like you play your lego. I often do not really know what I want to build or how to build it. I just put a brick on top of another, without really understand ...

It has been ten days since Iedul Fitri holiday. For those ten days, I have almost free my self from thinking about english, economics and other matters that have concerned me before. I have forgot about TOEFL score target, GRE vocabularies, etc. During those days, I have spent most of my time to handle my children's request, having great times with them, and tried to pay the time when I have to leave them. Although those activities have taken most of my time, my concern for macroeconomic issues, my prospective of scholarship and other non-personal matters was always there. During pouring hot water to the milk, I was still thinking about how many people cannot afford to buy milks for their children, or during commercial break during cartoon show I unintentionally still see points that I did not like in the media. There were many points that I wanted to discuss that happened during the holiday after I returned, but as I return now, I am kinds of forgetting most of them. Just guessi...

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when I start to tell them, They think I'm telling lies. I say, It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. I walk into a room Just as cool as you please, And to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees. Then they swarm around me, A hive of honey bees. I say, It's the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth, The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. Men themselves have wondered What they see in me. They try so much But they can't touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them They say they still can't see. I say, It's in the arch of my back, The sun of my smile, The ride of my breasts, The grace of my style. I'm a ...